Feeding your Soul

It all began with an idea, my mom moved in with us and needs to meet some new friends. Maybe if she joins a garden class at the local community college she can do something she enjoys and meet people. This garden class was set up for seniors and the teacher was a master gardener with years of experience. She was a wealth of knowledge and shared a lot of different topics. The problem was the class was all 65 to 85 year old people and I ended up joining as the young one to help lift the heavy stuff.

I remember growing up my grandfather who was a beekeeper always working breeding different colors of flowers. Pollination was the key he would tell me about dominate and nondominated genes. He would have me my brother and cousin collect clover seeds for him to spread for the bees to enjoy. I remember warm summer nights, the smell of bee yards in the mint fields, the smell of melting wax and sweet honey, colored and flavored according to each flower pollen. I can’t tell you how many times I have been stung or had bees tangled in my hair.

Growing up my mom was always in the garden and yard with her collection of flowers. I remember the smell of our lilacs and tulip tree in the spring. I would pick the biggest bouquets of lilacs my hands could hold. She would buy so many new flowers every week I would always tease her we won’t have enough for groceries if she kept buying flowers.

Years later I started my own yard collection and now we have bought a farm to fill with all the beauty it can hold. Now my children are rolling their eyes when I tell them all the new flowers I have added. Kidding. My daughters both love flowers and have their own artistic flare. Both girls love arranging flowers and boy are they talented. Sometimes we all start with the same flowers and how do all our arrangement look so different. That is the fun of flowers I guess. You will have to join us for one of our classes there will be a lot of laughing and giggles. Come join us in our flower journey.